M of Witches Town @signalstation@witches.town
so long, witches.town
please forward all scrolls, message crows, and visions to: a.weirder.earth/@signalstation
@dragonluvr89
Seems awfully short to consider a book, 100 characters.
@dragonluvr89
Giving every knife the side-eye. "Hmm... maaaaybe. Gonna keep an eye on that one."
@sydneyfalk
[a classroom of gilled children read along with their teacher a textbook called THE BEGINNINGING]
teacher: *blorb blorb blorb*
[translation for the non-gilled: "Anyway, that's why we're all living in a sea of tears. Cool, huh?"]
@sydneyfalk
And... scene. [curtain falls]
[Sydney and M step out in front of the curtain to bow to thunderous applause, tears of joy from the audience, all tears carefully routed via a series of tubes down every row, meeting up, flowing out the theater doors, gushing into the street]
I'm not crying. You're crying. You're crying my tears. I constructed an elaborate series of tubes. You're wearing them right now. I'll never cry again from my own face.
Where are you going? You can't go far... these tubes don't stretch, crybaby.
I hate doing this but i’ve gotta get some unexpected ($$$) dental work done so if you’ve wanted to buy something from my threadless store now would be a super great time to do it!
@gravezwave
Jazmine Doom: Saw Saw, Digs Saw/Jigsaw, Saw-ry
@gravezwave
"never saw it"
Admission of ignorance?
Or negative film review?
A bit of friendly advice: Don't trade for the following:
Mushroom-Eyed Ada - She's all the time talking about how much she can now see since she swapped her eyes for mushrooms. Gross.
Mr. Lump - No one knows his real name, but there's an old guy under those rags somewhere. Doesn't talk. Smells a bit. Very active at night.
Dannica Hazelfountain - Only remembers one spell and it turns food into smoke. Only useful if you don't eat, or if you breathe smoke comfortably. Good way to meet the village fire patrol, though.
It's Wednesday and we all know what that means! Time to take your elderly down to the village square for the weekly Elder Exchange. Swap out the wrinkly creature who's been parked by your fire pit all week for a new one that's slightly different shaped, but will at least have new complaints and may tell new stories.
Every bit of lore we know was passed down from these valued elder relatives, so get down there and haggle for the best ones before they're gone! Wednesdays!
Those plague doctors ain't scary. In that nose thing, all they gots is jellybeans.
Eatin' jellybeans is what they do while there's plague and it's normal.
@gravezwave
You have struck the nail hammer-wise. On the spectrum that runs from "nothing" to "something" it is on the "something" side.
@gravezwave
My holiday fave:
https://youtu.be/y3eHM-4DcT8
Let's play a game, to help some of the newcomers make connections: Hold these sticky vines in your hands and wrap them around your legs. Then we sit here quietly and listen for the #scuttling of the #ropewalker and her #hundredchildren to scoop us up and #drainourjuices
Then boost this post or repeat its instructions so others know to do the same.
Beware, traveler, for in your quest for occult knowledge, who knows what might happen if you-- Afficher plus
Beware, traveler, for in your quest for occult knowledge, who knows what might happen if you-- Afficher plus
There's no surer sign of the decline of home economics in the village than the sight of shambling horrors parading down the path from the castle, each a chimera stitched from creatures and men, yet by the time they reach our square, they've lost AT LEAST one limb, strings trailing behind them.
An attempt to abduct a single child then prompts MORE rupturing and once again, we have to apportion precious well water to mopping unspooled monsters off the cobblestones.
Shoddy stitchwork. It's shameful.
We all have a lot of fun around here, but did you know at one time I wrote a book about cannibals at a swap meet that is available for purchase for slightly less than a buck?
Some days, it feels like it just ain't worth getting up and repainting your walls and ceilings with the arcane symbols required to firm up the world's membranes against the squirming intelligences that press inexorably against one's defenses, howling the praises of surrender and the honor inherent in becoming food. But then you have your morning coffee and... 
😤
You know what I'm talking about.